All language subtitles for Alfred Hitchcock s04e19 The Morning Of The Bride.eng

Good evening.

This is the most difficult and
frustrating game of croquet I've ever

I seem to be able to drive the ball
quite well, but my shoulders keep

stuck in the wickets.

It's all very trying.

Actually, I've consented to stand here
like a watch fob in order to dramatize

the subject of tonight's story.

It concerns one of our oldest
institutions.

An institution which seeks to
rehabilitate men by keeping them shut up

years. Marriage.

But first we have another equally
revered institution, the television

commercial.

But when I show you how much I love him,
you'll just have to like me.

It seems so strange.

I'll meet you for the first time today.

And I've wanted to for so long.

For almost five years.

Okay, if I hang my slip over the heater?

Oh, Pat, for a minute I thought you were
serious. Oh, from the looks of the

place, I'd say Philip and his mother
were coming to dinner. Do you think

everything looks all right?

It looks wonderful, just wonderful.

You're sure now?

Well, I would make just one small
suggestion.

What?

Put your shoes on.

Oh, Pat.

If you hadn't been here, I would have
forgotten them for sure.

Wouldn't that have been awful?

Oh, I think it would have made a nice
informal touch.

To meet Mrs. Pryor without my shoes on?

Oh, I would have just died.

You don't need shoes when you're walking
on air.

It shows, doesn't it?

Oh, it glows.

Yes, but not too much. I mean, not so
much that it'll frighten him away.

Oh, it hasn't yet?

Don't worry about it. On you, it looks
wonderful.

I'm going to dress now and scoot out the
back way.

Relax now.

I'll punch you right in the nose.

Oh, Pat.

Hello, darling. Hello, Philip.

Philip, your mother.

Oh, I'm sorry, Helen. Mother couldn't
come.

Oh. She sent her apologies.

Well, of course, but she's not ill, is
she? Oh, she's never very well, but she

did look forward to this evening so
much, to meeting you. Oh, I wanted to

her, too.

But, Philip, if she's ill, shouldn't you
be with her?

Well, it's all my fault, really.

I knew she'd be upset, but I had to tell
her.

Just the way I have to tell you.

Well, tell me what?

I got my orders this afternoon.

I leave for Korea tonight.

Oh, Philip.

Oh, Philip. I know, darling, I know.

We didn't think it would happen so soon,
did we? Oh, I hoped it never would.

Well, maybe it's a good thing it's
happening fast, then.

Because all I really have time for is to
tell you that I love you.

Oh, and I love you.

And all the time I'm gone, I'll be
loving you more.

Oh, I don't think I could love you
anymore.

Well, you could try.

Oh, I don't have to try.

It won't be so bad waiting.

As long as we know we're both waiting.

Oh, Philip, I don't want you to worry.
It's just awful worrying about somebody

you love. Now, we're not going to worry,
either of us.

Besides, you won't have time. You'll be
too busy writing to me.

Oh, of course I will.

I know, Philip.

I'll go and see your mother some Sunday.
I'll take the afternoon train out

and... I'll introduce myself and we can
get to know each other while you're

gone.

Hey, that'd be great.

Do you think she'd really like it?

She'd love it.

Only trouble is she's going up to Boston
to stay with my aunt while I'm gone.

Oh.

Well, that'll make you feel better
having somebody to look after her.

Yeah, it sure will.

I'd hate to think of her all alone in
that big old house.

I know.

We won't say anymore.

Just know that someday soon you'll
answer the door and I'll be there.

I wish I could do something.

I've only known him four months.

Four months.

Maybe it won't be long.

The papers say the war can't go on much
longer.

You know, I guess it sounds funny to say
it, but I never thought I could love,

really love, I mean, until Philip.

When you don't have a family of your own
to begin with, it's like a part

that's... It's left out of you.

You grow up knowing people a little and
getting to like them and maybe getting

some affection.

But love, that's always something that
happens to somebody else.

Until Philip.

Until Philip.

You know, Pat, it bothers me a little,
me being older than Philip.

Sometimes he seems just like a little
boy.

Little boys grow up.

I know.

And I guess he needs me.

Of course he needs you.

And you need to be loved.

It's a nice arrangement.

It's a nice feeling.

But sometimes I'm just afraid I don't
deserve him. Now, that's a lot of

nonsense.

Listen, I like Philip fine.

But when you get married, I'm going to
make it a point to be around to remind

him that he's the lucky one.

I know you must have, too.

If only we'd met that night, I could
have comforted you while Philip was

Remember how it was when he came back?

Just to see him, touch him, and hear his
voice.

Then you're proud of me.

You know I am.

I feel like a kid with a good report
card.

I want my head patted.

You mean like this?

Just like that.

I have a whole box of gold stars waiting
for when they make you vice president

or something.

Oh, I don't think either of us will live
that long.

It's just a small publishing house,
Helen. I don't think you get promoted

someone dies.

Well, maybe they'll retire somebody
then.

Oh, not from the looks of Mr. Pearson.

I'll bet he's 75 at least.

He was your father's friend, wasn't he?
And mother's.

years, Mr. Pearson wouldn't publish a
book unless Mother read it first.

She gets a kick out of my job.

All the reading I have to do.

I know she's proud of you, too.

And of you.

I almost forgot. I told her you're going
to night school.

To improve myself?

Silly. Mother knows you weren't able to
go to college.

She thinks it's wonderful that you want
to go on with your studies.

Well, I'm glad if she does.

It's all your fault, you know. I mean, I
didn't mind not being well -read and

things like that until you... Darling, I
like you just the way you are.

Philip, have you told her about us?

Well, sure, I told her all about you.

I said about us, Philip.

Well, of course.

Philip, you're home again, and you've
got a good job, and if we're going to

married soon, we ought to tell her.

I know, I know.

Just a little longer, Helen. A couple
more months.

She's just getting used to having me
around the house again. You understand.

She needs me.

After all, I'm all she's got.

A couple of months.

That's all.

Hey, I'm going to have to run all the
way back.

We're very punctual at the Pearson
company.

Philip.

I couldn't shake the thought from my
mind that you and I, the ones who loved

most, were pulling him apart.

I knew I had to meet you.

So one day last spring, after work, I
took the train out from town.

I felt we had to talk to get to know
each other for Philip's sake.

Brewster!

There's no one home. No one home at all.

I felt so frustrated, so ashamed to
think that you wouldn't even see me.

I thought I could never tell Philip, but
that Wednesday when we had dinner

together...

And the reason I think it's going to be
good is because you never really know

until the last sentence in the
manuscript that he's going to go back to

wife.

Sounds like one of those sudden endings.

They always leave me dangling somehow.

Well, how would you have it end?

And they lived happily ever after?

Well, Philip, there's nothing wrong with
a happy ending.

Well, now, did I say there was?

I'm all for them myself.

Well, it just seems to me that there's
enough realism in life. You don't have

to... face up to it every time you read
a book.

Something's wrong, Helen.

And I don't know exactly what it is.

Well, we were just talking about a book.

I just don't think I'd like it, that's
all.

No, before the book.

All evening.

Don't you feel well?

Oh, of course I feel well.

All right, darling, we'll forget it,
huh?

Oh!

Maybe this will make you feel better.

Mother sent it.

Your mother?

I think she felt a little sorry for you.

I told her that you were struggling
through war and peace.

David Copperfield.

Mother loves Dickens. That's one of her
favorites.

She wanted you to have it.

I just don't understand.

Well, what's there to understand? She
just sent you a book.

I know, but... Philip, I wasn't going to
tell you this, but

Monday after work, you stayed in town to
have dinner with Mr. Pearson, remember?

Mm -hmm.

Well, I took the train to go out and see
your mother.

Oh, well, that was a nice thing to do.

But she didn't tell me about it. Because
she didn't see me.

That is, she wouldn't see me.

She wouldn't?

Philip, she ran from the house.

And I called to her, and I told her who
I was, and then she just ran away.

She ran from the house?

Well, she stopped for a minute when I
called to her, and then she said,

no one home. There's no one home at all.
And then she just ran off.

But... Mother wouldn't do that. She
couldn't.

Well, it was so obvious that she just
doesn't want to meet me.

Oh, it couldn't be that, Helen. Mother's
very anxious to meet you. You must know

that.

I can't understand.

And you can't make me understand it,
Philip.

I never felt so rejected.

Helen, listen to me.

It couldn't have been Mother.

You say this woman ran from the house.

Mother's practically bedridden.

She can't walk without support, let
alone run.

Well, I wouldn't know. I've never met
her.

I'll bet it was Mrs. Beasley.

It must have been Mrs. Beasley. She
comes to clean three days a week. But

woman said there was nobody at home.

If your mother can't walk without
support, how could she... Wait a minute.

said this was Monday.

Yes, this past Monday.

Well, that explains it.

Mrs. Fairbain and Connie came over to
take mother for a drive.

She's an old friend and her daughter.

Connie can manage Mother almost as well
as I can.

I'm sorry, darling, after that long
train ride.

You're sure she wasn't home?

She really wasn't home on Monday? I just
told you.

Here.

That's Mother.

Is she the one you saw?

No. Oh, Philip.

Well, of course it isn't your mother.

Oh, how silly I've been.

She wouldn't run away from you.

No one would.

Oh, about mother.

I've had some bad news.

I spoke to her doctor yesterday.

He told me her heart isn't so good.

He warned me any shock.

Well, it's my duty to guard her against
them if I can.

I don't know what makes this a holiday.
I never worked this hard at the office.

It's a change.

I'm supposed to be diverting. Oh, Keene.

Oh, and this is a furnished apartment.
Save your energies for when you take

the prior mansion.

The thoughts never crossed your mind?

Well, I never thought of taking over, if
that's what you mean.

All right, marrying Philip, then.

Well, of course I think of it, but...
But who we?

Listen, there's a trite old expression
that fits like a you -know -what.

You're not getting any younger.

Well, do you know anybody that is?

All right, I'm not getting any younger
either.

But at least I'm playing the field,
keeping the old eye peeled for somebody

really eligible.

Well, Philip's really eligible. It's
just that he... It's just that he's all

mother's got.

Listen, I'm all for mothers. But there's
a special breed of women with only sons

that lingers on for years.

If I were you, I'd give that a little
thought.

I've given it a lot of thought.

But I just don't know what to do.

Lay it on the line.

You get married right away, or farewell,
Philip.

It's just no good anymore, Philip.

Just these few evenings together,
Saturday afternoons. You realize that

been going on for four years?

I know I can't remember not knowing you.

I don't want to.

Soon it'll be five years.

That's a long time to wait for
something.

Well... There was the war.

Oh, Philip.

That was a long time ago.

Well, all right.

There's Mother. You've always understood
about her.

I can't change that, Helen.

Well, you don't have to.

That's what I'm trying to tell you, I
guess.

You don't have to change, but I do.

You mean you don't want to see me
anymore?

Well, the way it is now, no.

No, I don't.

Helen, it won't be much longer. I
promise you it won't.

Mother's beginning to perk up now.

It won't be any longer, Philip.

I'm not going to be seeing you anymore.

But I don't know what I'd do without
you.

I mean it. I don't know what I'd do
without you.

We won't wait any longer. We'll get
married tonight.

Tonight? Yes, right now, tonight.

People drive across the state line all
the time. There aren't any delays.

And we don't want any.

Oh, Father.

She's sure to be sleeping. I don't think
we ought to bother her tonight.

Unless, of course, you insist, darling.
After all, you're the boss now.

No. No, tomorrow will be fine. We'll
tell her tomorrow.

Tomorrow is here, Mrs. Pryor.

Perhaps Phillips already told you, but I
know that I can't wait any longer.

Mrs. Pryor?

Mrs. Pryor?

Mrs. Mary Langley Pryor died at her
Elmville Lane residence early today,

native of Boston, widowed three years
ago, only survivor of son,

Philip, of the home.

I don't understand. She's been dead for
seven years.

You never remember to keep warm, Mother.

You'll get another chill if I don't
watch over you every minute.

Ah, there you are again.

These may look like rocks to you, but
they're really clusters of atoms. This

a very important job.

And now, here's a scene from next week's
show, after which you will find me

still firmly anchored here.

If you liked that sample, you will love
next week's show, for it will contain

three such scenes.

After seeing that one, however, I've put
in an order for a set of these for each

of our viewers.

Good night.

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